Cheat Awakening

"So you want strength and immortality, huh?" Zarathunathis laughed out loud, "Hahah, now this is something you should ask from a demon of my level." He snapped his fingers, and Edward floated gently towards him, stopping in front of his face.

A contract surrounded by a dark demonic aura appeared before him, something anyone with a normal mind would recognize as ominous, and not a thing they should go near.

"Sign this contract, my child, then I can give you what you desire," Zarathunathis said gently, but the smile on his face clearly indicated he was more excited to grant Edward's wish than Edward himself.

Edward looked at the contract. Except for a single line in which it was written that Zarathunathis would grant him power and immortality, the other things he couldn't read at all. The problem was that there were more than twenty lines in total, and he had no idea what was written in them.

Hesitation appeared on Edward's face as he stared at the densely packed contract. After all, it was a universal fact that demons were known for deception and betrayal, and he had no intention of becoming another statistic to verify this credibility.

"Can I read what is written in the other lines?" Finally, as if he had made up his mind, Edward asked without signing the contract immediately. This caused the smile on Zarathunathis's face to disappear instantly, and even the second head, which had been in a sleeping state from the beginning, opened its dark, black hole-like eyes and stared at Edward unfriendlily.

Edward felt like he was about to meet Lady Death as a mountain-like pressure appeared all over his body, so strong that he could hardly breathe. Thankfully, it didn't last long, and Zarathunathis once again became friendly, speaking with a chuckle and his other head also returned to sleep mode.

"Sure, sure, but then I will also have to stick to my words, and can only grant you one wish according to the promise. This means you can only choose between strength or immortality, not both of them. So, do you still want to read the other conditions? By the way, let me tell you, those conditions have nothing to do with you, so you are wasting your golden opportunity...?

Well, you change your mind quite fast, hehehe."

While Zarathunathis was still talking, Edward, already hesitant after hearing that he could only choose one wish, as soon as he learned that the other conditions had nothing to do with him, quickly made a small cut on his finger by biting it and put his blood on the contract, surprising everyone.

"What do you think the other conditions will be?" Myne asked in an extremely low voice, which even Drakthor beside him could barely hear.

"How would I know? But they are definitely anything but good. I think your kingdom is about to suffer very heavily," Drakthor replied casually, making Myne's face darken. After all, although he hardly cared about the matter regarding the kingdom, however, the ruling party was almost all his own people, and he could do whatever he wanted in the kingdom.

Most importantly, it was his home, so naturally, he didn't want to see his home turning into a ruin.

"Since you have signed the contract, here, according to the conditions, drink this and you will get power beyond your imagination and immortality," Zarathunathis said, taking out a small glass tube of red liquid and giving it to Edward, who, without any delay quickly drank it down.

"AHHHH!"

As soon as the liquid entered his body, Edward's entire body turned red, and he let out a loud, blood-curdling scream as if he were being burned from the inside. It seemed like gaining power and immortality was not without a price, at least pain is inevitable.

Then something even more horrific happened. Edward's red skin slowly started falling from his body like candle wax, turning into a small round platform under his feet (he was still levitating four and a half meters above the ground).

After all his skin had fallen off, leaving a red monster with tissues and bones, the skin suddenly covered him completely into a cocoon shape and a blood mist surrounding it.

"No matter what you say, that transformation is quite a sight to see," Drakthor commented with eyes full of admiration.

"What do you mean by transformation?" Myne, whose head was covered with question marks, asked confusedly, not understanding what was actually going on.

"Huh? Don't you see, that guy had drunk the blood essence of an unknown being, so naturally he's going to transform into that. It's just I don't know what kind of creature he's transforming into. After all, there aren't many creatures who are immortal. A vampire could be a good choice, but I've once seen a guy transforming into a vampire, and the process was completely different from this one.

Maybe it's some kind of unknown creature," Drakthor replied thoughtfully while rubbing his chin.

Soon, the cocoon, which was only six feet tall at the start, increased its height and became ten feet tall. But what was even more shocking is that mysteriously it started burning in black fire, which although had no effect on the outer layer of the cocoon, was a completely different story from inside. Everyone can see things inside the cacoon continuously getting burned by the black fire.

This process lasted for an entire three minutes before cracks started appearing on the cocoon, and with a bang, it exploded, revealing a weird demon. The demon had a metallic grey body, was at least ten feet tall, and was hunched over slightly. There were dense, spear-like, sharp pointy parts growing up on its entire back and shoulders.

Its eyes were a deep hollow, and instead of eyeballs, there was fire burning in them. Exactly the same as on its back and inside its torso, which was only made of bones, and the fire was burning inside as working its energy source. It had long, sharp claws and a mouth full of jagged teeth.

Its head was adorned with a pair of long, twisted horns, and with a small one in the middle, making them look like a trident. In its right hand, it was holding a heart that was still beating. Blood dripped from the heart, staining the demon's hand, however, it was a complete mystery where the blood was coming from. It was as if the heart itself was producing the blood.

On its legs, it had armour-like leg guards that seemed natural, as if they were made of its own body, with spikes on top of them.
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A dark aura surrounded the demon, and its presence was menacing. It appeared to be in a state of rage, and its eyes were filled with unknown hatred.

"Ah, so it's the blood essence of the Varkash Tribe. I should have known about it. This tribe really meets all the conditions asked by this human. They are although not too powerful, but humans are not their opponents.

Unless their heart could be destroyed, they are also immortal, could never die, and most importantly, they have a very shameless recovery ability and can recover nonstop without any cost, which was the reason despite being not very strong, they can still rampage in hell. That guy was lucky, he hit the jackpot," Drakthor said with a slight smile, watching Edward's new form while nodding his head.

"That was all right, but why doesn't that guy have anything between his legs, and his torso was also just made from bone? Can he even eat anything?" Myne, whose focus was completely on a different matter, couldn't help but ask while looking at the specific location of Edward's new body.

"Amm, cough, cough, everything has a price, my friend, and being a Varkash means no more sex, enjoying delicious food, sleeping, dreaming, and smelling anything. But food doesn't matter much. Most demons survive on souls, which is the most delicious thing for them. Compared to souls, those weird foods you humans and other living races eat are no different than shit."

"Once he tastes a soul, believe me, his mood would surely improve a lot," Drakthor explained with an awkward smile, which seemed more of an assurance for Edward who was eavesdropping on their conversation with his new-found power boost. Now he could easily hear even the smallest noise in the entire hall.

"But since this guy doesn't have a little brother, then how does his tribe even give birth to children?" Myne, whose head was stuck on the same topic, asked, which made a black vein appear on Drakthor's forehead as he couldn't understand why this perverted brat cared so much about someone else's private life.

"Are you blind or what? Didn't you just see their tribe member being born? What else proof do you need, you damn little brat? Now don't ask anything about this topic, otherwise, I'll beat the hell out of you," Drakthor growled.

"All right, all right, I understand why you're being so angry. It's not like I asked how many rounds you last with your wife, that she had to cheat you behind your back to satisfy her sex life. You old man have no patience at all," Myne taunted, moving a bit away from Drakthor with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"What have you done to me?! I didn't want to be a disgusting demon! I wanted to stay in my original form!"

While Myne and Drakthor were barking like children, Edward, who had heard enough nonsense, looked at Zarathunathis, who was smiling at him proudly and asked in a hoarse and creepy voice like a rusty robot whose vocal code was damaged.

"Huh? But you didn't mention it in the contract," Zarathunathis replied innocently, snapping his fingers. The contract appeared before Edward, which clearly didn't state that he wanted everything in his original human form.

"But... but you should have known about it..." Edward, who was in a rage and wanted to vent his anger, was left completely speechless after he read his own condition. After all, it was clearly his fault for not thinking about this matter.

"How so? I am not your mother, nor can I read your mind. How do you expect me to know about it?

But worry not, if you're just concerned about looking like a human or want to have all senses like taste, smell, sleep, etc back, then you can get them by learning a few powerful spells which you can exchange from me with souls, and even the ability to have sex can be obtained as long as there are enough souls."

"Here, this is my card. When you have enough souls, you can contact me anytime, but remember, the transaction shouldn't be less than one hundred thousand souls, otherwise, that would be our first and last transaction. I don't do business with beggars. Now you can go and do your own things," Zarathunathis said, waving his hand.

A dark red portal appeared beneath Edward, who was observing the card in his hand. He disappeared into the portal before he could understand anything.

"Now since the trouble matter is solved, let me ask you two some simple questions before I can also start my work as well, I would be very troublesome if that crazy bitch knows about me."

After sending Edward, the contract owner, and his ticket to stay in this world to a secluded location far away from any nearby living creatures, so he couldn't mess around too much and die before he finished his work, Zarathunathis said with a smile, looking at Myne and Drakthor, making both of them gulp down saliva nervously.